Allright guysssz
I realizzsh that I’ve been drinkin’ and mebbe not thinking so clearly
Butt…but Lemmy and I were talkin’ about Clank gone missing.
Then Lemmy hands me a funny cigarette…
and I start to thinking that I can SEE Clankenstein, my brother from the Riverside run, so many yearszz ago…
And I hear him say…
And, well…
Well I miss you, my sweet Clank-En-Further.
.
…
…
I’m coming for you.
And with that, Junior takes off in his freightliner, with nary a single repair received.
Lemmy barely manages to climb aboard as Junior can be seen straddling his throne, in some drunken stupor, [like he was astride The Ark itself][1], willing it onward towards it’s destiny.
Above the growl(1) of a diesel engine belching the sweet sound of extrated torque out its stovepipes, a song emerged…
I torch my soul to show
That I am pure
Deep inside my heart
No more lies
A crown of horns
An image formed
The mark I’ve borne
A mark of scorn to you
Consume my love, devour my hate
Only powers my escape
The moon is out the, stars invite
I think I’ll leave tonight
(1) most abused verb of the round.
[1]: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcW_Ygs6hm0
